it’s rare when he actually appreciates having someone read to him. so rare that i cannot recall more than a handful of times during which i’ve actually been able to read more than five consecutive pages to him in any one sitting.
tonight’s reading began like it always does.
but eventually, maybe a third of the way through the book, he ceased with his fidgeting and his babbling and his attempts to yank the book from my hands and listened. he was totally absorbed.
maybe because he hadn’t had a nap today. maybe because he was working on a number two.
maybe because we were reading about pirates. who knows.
but at the end of it, when we got to the last page, and i’d read the last word, he said two things:
and that’s the first time i’ve ever heard him say that about a book. ever.
we started to read dirtball pete, which is also a pretty cute book.
but my father had to pull out his newly acquired ipad. and my nephew associates this thing with angry birds. and pete and i lost him.